Sewer Snake to the Rescue

I was so looking forward to this fine day of Shabbat.  Start the day with coffee; contemplative music; solitude; check a few blogs; write a spiritual, theological oriented post; work on some journal reviews; write an article for YouthFront News; maybe watch a movie; then head to Jacob's Well for church.  It had all the makings of a perfect Sunday.  The first indication that something was going wrong was the smell of sewer gas, that seemed quite odd, then an occasional very bizarre glub, glub sound, kind of like the sound coming from the Griswold's storm sewer (Christmas Vacation) after cousin Eddy cleans out his s****r.  Soon we are in a full blown emergency with the main sewer line blocked and a whole lot of unpleasant objects going the wrong way - into the toilets, the showers, the bathtubs.  I felt like kissing the plumber when he arrived on the scene (and yes he looked like the stereotype plumber except there was no sign of exposed crack).  This emergency was nothing that a 100 foot sewer snake couldn't solve.  Believe me the picture on the right in no way, shape or form represents the mess we encountered.  The cleanup was such a delight.  Let's just say I humored Vicki all day with my dry heaving.  When it was all said and done the bill was a measly $89.  I would have been happy to pay three times that amount for the miracle work accomplished by the Snake and the Plumber.  All that and we still made it to Jacob's Well.  Happy Flushing!